“2024 is the year i will leave wage slavery”

"Moving forward, I will leave wage slavery for good."

I made that commitment in September 2020. Ended up taking a full year off, then returning to the job I initially left...for five weeks of work, before taking another six months off. It's complicated, but I need an annual cycle of hard work followed by indolent travel, as each helps me appreciate the other.

Besides, my work arrangement is geomaxxed. It's in a small Colorado town with a chronic labor shortage (meaning job security and good wages), plus a cool dry climate ideal for outdoor work. Beautiful nature all around. At first I povertymaxxed and slept in my van up in the hills, but my boss renovated an apartment on-site and charges me $500/month for rent + utilities. Everything I need is in town a mile away.

Fingers crossed I can get a rerun of my 2022 arrangement in 2024. In 2022, I wrapped up my winter travels on April 15th, busted ass until June 4th, then took two months off to do some summer travel. August 1st I returned to work, before leaving in late October for another winter travel season. Of course my boss would rather I work seven months straight, but the extra benefits are not worth the drudgery and exhaustion.

Plus, working through the summer means I miss the best of summer...specifically, wandering around the cities and towns where all the pretty FIRST WORLD girls break out their eye-catching summertime outfits to be seen on the street, on the lake, on the beach on those first hot days & nights of summer. Third World girls always wearing their boob prisons in their shithole surroundings don't come close in allure to those mischievous and frequently braless white cuties in some idyllic New England coastal village or European city on a June evening, with all of nature's sexual energy thick in the air.

Back to work matters...I tried working outside of the wagie paradigm at many points in my "fuck the system" days, but the truth is, doing work-stays and commune shit is a helluva lot of effort for someone else's reward. They always had me digging ditches or weedeating brushy lots or doing some other arduous task that would usually cost them hundreds of dollars in labor. Being utterly dependent on the whims of a host, and always being expected to kiss ass, it galled me. Worse than wagecucking at McDonald's in some ways.
 

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